Hookers or Cake

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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • June 14, 2010 10:03 am
            In editing my book of short stories I’ve decided to come out with a family edition in which each story will end thusly. …then all the kittens repented, became born again thru our Lord Jesus Christ and lived happily ever after. They never used illicit drugs, fornicated, gambled, blasphemed, or practiced evil cat magic again. The End

            In editing my book of short stories I’ve decided to come out with a family edition in which each story will end thusly.

            …then all the kittens repented, became born again thru our Lord Jesus Christ and lived happily ever after. They never used illicit drugs, fornicated, gambled, blasphemed, or practiced evil cat magic again.

            The End

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            5. said: What was that saying. You can’t have your cakes and hookers and eat them…oh I don’t know.
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